What to write, he muses

sitting at the table

Screen on and keyboard at the ready

Water and tea to hand, one warm the other cool

but the question remains

 

Thoughts are muddy

clarity lost to exhaustion

and to stress and a multitude

of issues from which to choose

But nothing shouts “write me!”

Too much that is possible

But no excitement behind any topic

The joys of a hot cup of peppermint

but who would really care about herbal tea

on a chill and damp day in Colorado

The weather might be good

a different snow from the usual

reminding of a heavy wet snow

seen in seaside and wet locals

not the desert winter of Denver

It will be gone in a day or so

Temperatures now moderating

Sun doing its part to clean the streets

Shovels hard to use and hard on the back

But not really needed – just wait a day or two

Is that work a focus?

Yesterday would have roused some passion

But today simply bland, ordinary,

Too much effort to raise even

a modicum of passion

So, is passion required for poetry or a story?

It can bring a topic to life

For the reader and writer alike.

But is false passion

worth the effort to make it happen?

Perhaps not, so what about politics

lots of movement

most going nowhere and we

fend for ourselves while our “leaders”

pay attention to power grabs worth nothing at all

Lots to think about, to wonder about,

to reminisce, to reflect

though none seem to bubble up

perhaps an essay could be written

from these musing, creating something.

Or maybe not he muses

Still staring at the screen

Feeling that he must create something

If only to justify the time he put aside

Perhaps the better choice is sleep